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I had just moved in to my brand new appartement. There was almost no furniture yet and just a few basic household appliances. I had a fold up mattress on the floor in the middle of the room and some boxes with my belongings.

It was getting close to the New Years eve and I was preparing for this Spanish themed party I had been invited to. I pulled out some clothes and was trying them on looking for the best combination. Red see-through top with flair sleeves. Long black skirt with a slit on the side, revealing one of my legs in fish net stockings. High heels. Red flower to my dark wavy hear. Not bad. Only a fan is missing, I’ll get it from a party outfit store tomorrow. And the make up. I wasn’t planning putting it on that day, but then I really got into this dress up game and minutes later femme fatal with red lips, black eyeliner defined eyes and some blush on the cheeks was standing in front of the mirror. I reached out and sprayed on some provocative perfume I had tucked away for some special occasions. Toss of head. Wink of seduction. Smile. Senorita was ready for the fiesta.

We were visiting his parents for holidays. They lived in a nice countryside house surrounded by woods. The guest room that we were put up was very spacious with emperor sized bed, which was inviting us to try it out. As soon as we put our bags in the room and closed the door behind us, we started kissing and we ended up falling on the bed.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”, – a soft voice sounded from above. “Umm, yes…I mean, no…”, I stammered seeing light blue eyes and perfectly proportional features of a sexy stranger. He smiled. I smiled back and moved my coffee cup to the side of the table, making some space for his laptop. I was writing an article on my tablet, but he totally distracted me and I couldn’t get my thoughts back together. I caught a faint whiff of cedar wood, my favourite scent when it comes to men perfumes. I was smelling the air and peeking at him secretly while he hung his jacket on the chair and unwrapped his scarf.

My orgasms are usually very strong and they get intensified when I scream. Screaming is both therapy and pleasure enhancer for me. Partners who are vocal in bed drive me even more wild, but I hardly meet any men who would let themselves moan or even scream. Of course, with some rare exceptions.